Tuesday, April 16, 2013



When this poppy dies,
it will spread itself across the meadow

by turning brittle
and opening to the wind. This clump of poppies

in the corner of the field
itsy-bitsy-spiders itself through the field, along

hill nearby. There are ways
to travel when the body is gone. The husk

can learn to crawl, can find
its way to stalk and petal again, to trustworthy dirt.

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